farewell friend until tomorrow.
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where you are still nitpicking our diets and names.
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the potential is still there yet it's somehow unexpected.
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i'll show you courage if you show me responsibility.
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something lost long ago in trying to please everyone.
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in pleasing ourselves.
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if it feels good it must be right. right?
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so what's a child?
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a fetus or kink in sexual revolution and what am i?
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a threat, a kink in political consistency.
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more name games and more personal choice.
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so where's mine?
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or are you to deal me such luxuries.
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call me what i am and mean every word.
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be prepared to take yours.
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you see you're not alone.
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i'll show you responsibility if you show me reasoning.
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something you never possessed.
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you always coveted anger and vengeance.
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but for what?
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one less bite, one less burden.
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i'm sick of being the bastard.
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keep your fight and know i'll keep mine.
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On Being A Bastard
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| Coalesce |
